CONFESSION OF A SERIAL KILLER

A killer who was scarred from childhood

The truth hurts, but has to be told
I didn’t mean to but the children wouldn’t suffer
The rattle and tattered blanket was all she left
With her cold, lonely baby in a dumpster
Her shame grew and became a savior
Saving the infants from a life of pain and rejection
This tramps carried the babies with hate
Hoping to them anyplace
Without a care in the world
But the thin blade slit their throat
The embryos return to paradise without pain
Never to experience this hate filled world
Full of rejections and disdain
To get stereotyped for being orphans and b******s
A cross which wasn’t theirs to bear|
 
Slitting their throat and gifting them
Was my way of purging myself for her rejection?
She threw me out of her life with a tattered blankie
A compensation for a child she didn’t want
A consequence for her s****y actions
 
As I stand over this young mother my blade just slay
Her blood gushing out of her throat like a water pump
My soul is relieved and am consoled
That the poor child in her womb would be saved
From the shame and revulsion of my existence.